GRANDADDY - CONCRETE DUNES (2002)
You didn't really die
You only went away
My drummer he saw you
Buying supplies about a week ago
A couple towns away
Saw from the innerstate
I gave him shit for not telling
Any soon and soon he did
He said he thought a new
He said everybody else has seen her too
I haven't been around that much
Or kept in touch with anyone or anything
You didn't really die
Although it seems as if you did
Why would you have to hide
And who stayed on with you while you hid
Through all that silent nights
That silent sure can be real loud
Louder than anything
You didn't really die
So what had I to do with
The memories of ours
A chronicle imburied in the backyard
Dig them up today
Attaching notes that says there yours
Leave them at the door of the suplly store
And hope that when your come along
You bring yourself to reading them
Wonderful precising at their moment on
Why would I want to die
Would I wanna die?
Why would I want to die
Would I wanna die?
Why would I want to die
I don't get you
I don't get anyone
I've lost my way
I don't get any of this
My X-ray's black
Seems nothing's what I get
I've lost my way
My small love
Burned in the sun
I don't get you
I don't get anyone
I've lost my way
My small love
Burned in the sun
Won't somebody please
Take away my keys
Drunk again
The riding end
To memories of trees
Curtains in the sky
Certain they will cry
But you would too
For your friend who
Just spilled it when he tried
Stage my grand comeback
Resting on my back
Though I'm dead you know
My hair's gonna grow
Don't make me go
I don't wanna go alone
My heart it sits inside me
It don't know we said good bye
You see it's having trouble feeling good
The way it did, the way it should
I know it knows that something's wrong
It hears me play these awful songs
Its having trouble feeling good
The way it did, the way it should
My heart it sits inside me
It don't realizes we said goodbye
It's having trouble feeling good
The way it did the way it should
I know it knows that something's wrong
It hears me play these wretched songs
Its having trouble feeling good
The way it did, the way it should
Wrong to say that I am giving up
Right to say that I ain't showing up
I've got pictures at my home and doors that
Transform me alone
Sunny days should leave a message on my phone
I don't think I'm gonna miss you much
For I've got dials and knobs soft to the touch
All your lectures will become converted into static hum
Sunny days should leave a message on my phone
Oh to sleep per chance to dream
To live again those joyous scenes
The laughter and the follies that
Are locked away inside my head
Ride your bike all night and give your heart a break
And give your head a shove and fuck that subject love
You'll get another chance someday
Ride your bike till dawn and keep your lantern on
Computers in the sun not one with power on
All alone and no one's won
For the dishwasher who rides home late tonight
It will be alright just go to sleep tonight
You'll get another chance some day
Some day
Some day
Some day
He's on the street
He's got them beat
They're at the stoplight there laughing at him
They wanna know: what's the deal with the surfboard
The beach is nearly two hours away from here
And why is he keeping cruising up and down the street all day
But he just ignores them and grabs his engine
Then the light turns green
Oh yeah, he's a sikh in a baja VW bug
Sikh in a baja VW bug
Sikh in a baja VW bug
Sikh in a baja VW bug
Sikh in a baja VW bug
Put your make-up away
Cause getting drunk and feeling sad is no occasion
Especially today
Volcanologists say they were the best
They were unlike the rest, fearlesness
Boundariless, togetherness
Volcanologists say they were the best
They were unlike the rest, fearlesness
Boundariless, togetherness
Lava kiss
Instrumental
And liars got that corner now
And they've got flyers everywhere
With ex-school treasures for hire
And whitesnake riffs dressed up like Sid Viscosity
As lice is living in your practice room couch
You're not the only one who's doing without
Daddy doctor's son punk rocker shouts
"Dad the A.C.'s broke in our hardcore
Punk rock vacation, vacation rehearsal house"
Now, now, now
Now, now, now
Now, now, now
We'll get right on, that
I'm sure it's just the thermostat
I'll buy your band a few twelve packs
But your mother wants her bracelets back
Clack, clack, clack
Clack, clack, clack
Shhhh
Instrumental
To be clean out of money
But with four healthy limbs
Could drive any body to name their kid Kim
I swear I'd never name my kid Kim
We met at a party
I was drunk and smoking cloves
I really just needed a ride back to town
No I don't smoke cloves anymore
And so she explains her theory
Her feet propped on new pillows
And her roommate behind her playing bongos
Kim, you bore me to death
You bore me to death
Kim, you bore me to death
Kim, you bore me to death
Kim, you bore me to death
Kim, you bore me to death
Kim, you bore me to death
We won't forget, we won't forget
And soon you will forget what it was like
Before your brand new mind
But behave, and be brave
And of course this don't sound right
But I'll try to paint my better life
Yeah, we'll try to paint the rope whirl
And the tire swing
And the warm evenings
And mom washing the dishes
And my sister talking to the dog
And the sound of the combine in the distance
Put out the word we need a new taster
There's one king left
And so much food to eat
The interception by the last one was absolute professionalism
If he's laying there saying he's sorry
Tell him it's o.k we learn this way
Taster, you're the automatic saint
Rival sabotage a bad pot of duck stew
With just one breath left he warned the dinner crew
Selfless line of work the word that comes
To mind with me is selflessness
If he's laying down saying he's sorry
Tell him it's o.k. we learn this way
Taster, you're the automatic saint
Taster, you're the automatic saint
Taster, you're the automatic one
Taster, you're the automatic saint
Taster, you're the automatic one
Taster, you're the automatic saint
Taster, you're the automatic one
Taster, you're the automatic saint
Taster, you're the automatic one
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